“Thoughts despite Disquiet”
"Defiance"
Despite the risks,
I too, rejoice the nation resists;
As it tries to assert its sovereignty,
Despite Yankees or Chinks joining the lists,
Of those that aid vindictive tyranny.
I cannot forget those horrid times,
Of corrupt personages, with policies time and again;
Trying to shook off if not whine,
With stern rejection and outright disdain?
Like the old this goddamn jerk's regime,
Downplaying this and that amidst popular spurn;
For the fact that the old jerk as outright mean,
Still this nation whose folk who voted him doesn't learn.
As news like the pandemic to those of "Tokhang",
Of political scandals that blows one's head-bang!
This outweighs the projects- those marked "Build Build Build",
While trying to escape themselves from being "Grilled"?
Of giving up claims, for the isles still contested,
For a pittance described "beneficial" and yet still rejected;
The unequal treaties of the past, despite unpopular still respected,
By the order who brags at many, yet acting slave to its masters detested.
Not surprised that soon the folk will rebuff,
Every order's promise for it is all but bluff;
Nor their supporters trying to assert their claim,
This doesn't ease the nation's terrible pain.
For sure they've learned from their history books if not "not",
As they think "past is past", "move on", "let it rot";
But as the order with its tyrant ran things all like hell,
With imperious mandates imposeth- Will the folk content well?
Hope even one iota of liberty, justice regain,
Amidst this hell-like existence and of timeless pain;
A baser creed once forgotten, be purposely restored,
If one wishes dignity revived like thy fathers of yore.
For the folk had enough of their whines mistaken for debates,
Of insult for a discourse, everything from them but a second rate;
They want to take back the future from this endless bullshits,
Even at the expense of the lives, they are willing to resist.
Again, this country claims freedom and justice that is, thy right;
Like the colleagues of yore, defying oppressive might.
"To Schey"
The concerned should ride tigers,
As they face the tide and storm;
As hearts end hardened like warriors.
With souls wanting reborn.
They want to dive into the abyss,
As if wanting to reach the stars;
And despite the blaze of today's blitz,
Ever burning flames felt the heat in their heart.
For neither morality, law nor heaven as they see,
But instead an actually-existing hell of poverty;
That sorrow, suffering, only the crazed glee,
Such madness brought by hardship brings insanity;
With this no wonder such concern turned into dissent,
As words of hope can turn into swords to kill;
To take back the future from this past-continuing "present",
And from there lies time to grow and heal.
That even this pandemic, whose children named pain and death,
Defiance is growing strong- and the people be the wrath;
Against the order no matter impregnable, the truth is-they won't long,
For the folk now risen from slumber, against the system as a throng.
I sure the order can't accept this fate to happen,
As our thoughts downplayed into just words not to sung nor spoken;
But reality demands otherwise- for our thoughts can become weapons,
As if taking down churchbells of old to be casted again into new cannons.
Cannot blame the rebel, for as they chose to defy,
If not turning tool into weapon, riding the tiger amidst the storm;
They have enough of the order whose word for them in short: deny,
And a hell of misery and denial become the norm.
I cannot blame the rebel, for they chose to dive into the abyss,
Thinking they dare themselves to reach the stars;
Of swimming deeper to grab the pearl of great price for eternal bliss,
Despite past pains that brought them dozen scars.